“If we leave before sunrise, we can make it to Houston before it hits,” said Dad. But we both knew it was already too late.
A week earlier, we’d left Houston to chase the Total Eclipse of the Sun. On the way, we mysteriously found ourselves in Selma, Alabama on the Bloody Sunday Bridge. On Lake Hartwell, we found the Total Eclipse. And darkly at a Confederate Memorial at the Courthouse in Anderson, South Carolina. Finally, on The Emerald Coast trying to find our way back home. It’s strange how you need to be home when your home is under siege. Driving around Houston after finally getting back, I was unable to photograph any of it. It’s too sad.
Listening to all the talk of rebuilding, the spirit of Houston, and coming together, I can’t help wondering… like a total eclipse, is our destiny to repeat the mistakes of the past? We shall see.